Forsaken Daughter Pampered by Top Hier

Chapter 326

Chapter 326

The Lucano and Casalini families were at war now–a beef so nasty it’d make a slaughterhouse look tame.

For Stephanie, Richard was personal, a walking scar.

He’d been Sebastian’s brother once, tight as hell. Sebastian had trusted him, counted on hirm, treated him like blood.

And Valentina–that backstabbing snake–had played the bestie card with her, all fake grins and bullshit.

In Long Harbor these past years, Stephanie had been itching to rip into Richard, her hate bubbling, never letting up.

Now she’d finally got her chance, and all that built–up rage was spilling out.

Richard’s patience was wearing thin as she hung on.

“Stefi, I said let go,” he growled, his voice dipping into something colder, meaner.

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Richard’s grip clamped down on her jaw again, no mercy. Stephanie flinched, her teeth popping apart as the pain hit, a thin streak of blood dripping from her lip.

“Take me back,” she hissed, teeth gritted, anger roaring through her voice.

Richard raised an eyebrow. “I stuck my neck out grabbing you–you think I’m just gonna drop you off, my little fiancée?”

Before the words even settled, Stephanie spat another glob of blood right in his face, quick and dead–on.

Richard wiped at the mess on his cheek. “You grew up fine, but what’s with this attitude now?”

Back in Fiorenza, she’d been a different vibe–quiet, sweet, always stuck to Sebastian’s side like a shadow.

She’d call him “Seb” in that soft, lilting voice, so gentle it could thaw a glacier.

spitfire energy of her threw

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on Sebastian’s side, Elliot gave the rundown, voice calm but tight. “Sir, Richard says if you don’t back off, he’ll take Miss

narrowed, a cold spark flickering

what the hell

“On it.”

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Shallow Bay Area, the night wind sliced through, smoke and gunpowder still clogging

with Stephanie when it

pain in her tailbone, she’d jumped off the hospital bed

that dumb. This mess was too

the kind you don’t rat out. Calling the

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out of her mind, Ella had to check it out herself. But the second she got there, she saw Lorenzo going full savage

his hand, the air

act, tucking

Elliot–they’ve got enough muscle. We’re solid

slid his gun back and glanced over

his cars, and he turned–locking eyes with Ella as

time for weirdness. Fear choked her up, her legs

the ground, bright

down, it was like a horror flick, red

lips opened, but nothing

Lorenzo, her heart pounding so hard it might break a

legs eating up the distance. “Back

brain couldn’t

Lorenzo’s brow furrowed.

stepped up and whacked the back of Macro’s head. “Guess Sebastian went soft on you–no weighted laps, huh?”

sneaky jerk,” Macro muttered, rubbing the back of his

wiped him out–he was still